Jigsaw Falling Into Place

None of the classes were particularly exciting or noteworthy classes. In English class, we had an essay due on the book we were just reading. In math, we had geometry problems which Joy volunteer to answer every single one put up by the teacher. I was waiting for the science class, where I would get to be alone with Ms. Fleming and reveal to her my findings.

More and more, I would notice things about women and girls in the class. Joy, for example, had her brown hair in pigtails that curled inwards today. She also had on a low cut shirt, which revealed her cleavage to me. When we talked at lunch, Joy asked if I was distracted during our conversation. Truthfully, I spent the whole time in lunch staring down her shirt. I had thought about running wild with my new artifact on the women I wanted, Joy included. But a thought occurred to me. The Institute had eyes everywhere. If they caught me running amuck with the knowledge they didn’t want to reveal, surely they would lock me up or find a permanent solution to stop me. I shuttered at what a permanent solution might be and crossed my legs.

In the science class, Ms. Fleming was wearing a sleek raven skirt that went to her thighs. Her almond eyes were painted in makeup as well, faint hints of grey accentuating the emerald pools in them. Her long legs were shaven and stretched out forever. Was she always this sensual? It made me think about the idea of attraction. Was she trying to stand out? Why? Maybe it made her feel good to look attractive? It was wasted on us men though, the boys in the classroom not paying any attention to the rose lay before them. Well… all except me, of course.

Before I took my seat, I approached Ms. Fleming and reached for her head, tugging her ear. Using my usual excuse, I said, “Sorry about that, Miss. I thought I saw some dirt on it.”

The teacher pulled out a mirror in her desk, examined herself, and looked content. She did really care about her appearance for whatever reason. I took my seat after that.

Under my desk, I reached for the artifact in my pockets to find Ms. Fleming’s implant device. Ms. Fleming started the class lecturing about nutrition, the role of protein mostly. She explained in the past humans use to eat animals for meat, which provided the bulk of the protein. But they had to supplement it in our current conditions because most of the animals we used to eat are now extinct, with plant protein and also genetically modified plants.

I started the Bluetooth Manager in the middle of her lecture, and it showed Device Found. I looked at her settings:

Sexual Repression
1----------5--------o-10
Modesty
1----o-----5----------10
Bodily Disgust
1----------5---------o10
Sexual Hurdle
1-o--------5----------10
Pleasure Setting
1-o--------5----------10

So. Her modesty setting was a bit higher than average, at least compared to ones I’ve seen so far. It could explain why she cares more about her looks. Which is a bit of a paradox. With more modesty… she dressed a lot more sensually? That was strange, but it could also be that she was more aware of how she looked in front of others and wanted to appear more sensual. At the same time… she showed me herself yesterday without any hesitation. Did that act yesterday trigger her modesty settings to slide up? I wasn’t so sure. There was so much I didn’t know.

Ms. Fleming told me if I found a solution to her problem with the Ancient reproduction method, I could come to her. But could I trust her? If she told the Institute, they would immediately send agents or even an Inquisitor to question me. I would have to tread lightly. I also had to figure out her settings quickly before this thing disconnected. I needed her to be a bit aware of sex but also not disgusted at what she was doing. I didn’t want her collapsing or screaming in pleasure. Nothing worse than another teacher or student coming in finding Ms. Fleming collapsed on the floor in overloaded pleasure sensation. I decided.

Sexual Repression
1----------5----o-----10
Modesty
1------o---5----------10
Bodily Disgust
1----------5o---------10
Sexual Hurdle
1-o--------5----------10
Pleasure Setting
1-------o--5----------10

There. 4 for Pleasure should make it enjoyable for her but not mind-altering so. I had to lower her Bodily Disgust to five so it would be neutral. Lastly, I would lower her repression a bit to 7. I would have to revert her settings back after I was done talking with her.

Ms. Fleming dismissed the class early after assigning readings to her students. I waited until the student body cleared before I spoke with the teacher.

“Mr. Dalton.” Ms. Fleming beamed, putting away her notes inside her desk. “My my. I have to say I like this attentive, good student side of you. I hope you keep it up.”

“Uhh… thanks? Anyways, Ms. Fleming about our last talk…” I said.

“About your theories on reproduction before the Institute’s way. Yes, I quite remember that conversation, Mr. Dalton. In fact, I had a dream where a figure was trying to insert a penis inside of me. I woke up… pretty roused, I must say," Ms. Fleming had a look of amusement revealing this intimate detail.

“Oh… you are alright?”

“Peachy. It happens on occasion. My doctor said I’ll be getting a visit Institute an issue with my implant,” Ms. Fleming said, she clasped her hands. “So. What do you want to discuss.”

“Umm…” I looked around nervously. “Look. Ms. Fleming, what I tell you… can I trust you can keep it a secret?”

“Well… it depends, Mr. Dalton. If you tell me you buried a dead body somewhere or set a building on fire… I can’t exactly keep that secret in good conscience as a teacher now, can I?”

“No. Nothing like that, goodness. I… umm… It’s a secret concerning science. Hidden knowledge… you know that the Institute doesn’t want us to know…”

Well. There goes the cat out of the bag.

Ms. Fleming raised her eyebrow. “Oh…”

Ms. Fleming looked at the open door to the classroom, got up, and closed it. I heard a click as if she locked it.

“Mr. Dalton. I am well aware… there are things the Institute doesn’t want us to know. History is riddled with examples of governments suppressing information and burning learned men and women because they consider them… dangerous.”Ms. Fleming explained. “You can be assured, my first loyalty is always to the pursuit of science and knowledge.”

“Oh…” I said.

Can I trust her? She does seem sincere in her love of science. Maybe…? I won’t have to show her the device. The worst case scenario, she will refer me to a doctor to get my implant fixed.

I let out a breath. “We were talking about the theory of Ancient Reproductive ways. Before all the technology and stuff.”

“Yes, go on.” Ms. Fleming perked up and seemed genuinely curious.

“I asked you if my penis was swollen hard, maybe it could… you know deposit a different DNA material other than urine. Deep inside you or any woman for that matter. You know... to produce the fusion of DNA internally.”

Ms. Fleming nodded, “Purely hypothetical, of course.”

“What if I told you… it could happen?”

“I would say I need proof, first.” Ms. Fleming responded.

“I can do it. I can get my penis to be hard and erect. And I can discharge a material that isn’t urine out of it. Something I call... cum.” I said.

“Oh… well… can you show me?” Ms. Fleming asked with a bit of skepticism in her face.

My modesty settings were low, so I had no problem showing myself in front of Ms. Fleming. I unbuckled my belt, left it on the desk. She stared watching casually as I lowered my pants and underwear to reveal my flesh. My dick was still soft, nervous and cold, unwilling to come out to play.

“Hmm…?” Ms. Fleming murmured. “It looks the same to me.”

“It needs to be… agitated. Ms. Fleming, can you put your mouth on it?” I had to get over the fact that most women didn't see the penis as anything different than say a hand or foot. It was just an extension. Still asking another person to put your mouth on your foot was a hard ask. Ms. Fleming’s natural disgusted settings should be newly adjusted so he would have no problem doing it.

“You want me to bite it?” Ms. Fleming tilted her head in confusion.

“NO!” I yelped. “I mean… no. Just like… lick it, and you know… roll your tongue on it.”

Ms. Fleming adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and tilted them, so they rested like a crown on her midnight hair. She came forward and said, “Hmm… I suppose you have a theory that my saliva will chemically react with your penis to make it swollen? Like an allergic reaction of some sort?”

“Uhh… let’s go with that.” I said.

Ms. Fleming’s brought a hair tie out, held it with her mouth, and tied up her long charcoal hair into a ponytail. She got on her knees and put her lips around the soft penis tip. She stared up at me, observing intently as her mouth fumbled with the limp cock, unsure of what to do. Seeing my gorgeous teacher’s lips pressing against my cock flesh, I started perking up. Ms. Fleming’s eyes widen as the thing in her mouth began to get engorged.

“Eureka. It’s… remarkable. Remarkable, Mr. Dalton. Are you controlling this?” Ms. Fleming asked eyes widen, staring in wonderment as she watched my dick become erect.

“It kind of has a mind of its own,” I said.

Ms. Fleming pressed her nose against the cock and sniffed it, “Doesn’t smell any different.”

She gripped it in her hands, still curiously examining it. “It’s… I believe the vessels underneath are becoming pumped with blood or another one of your bodily liquid.”

Ms. Fleming squeezed it and I winced. “I’m sorry, Mr. Dalton. Did that hurt you?”

“A bit…” I responded.

“It’s still quite soft. Should I lick it more?” Ms. Fleming asked, and I nodded my confirmation.

Ms. Fleming ran her tongue from the base of the cock upwards in straight verticle lines to the tip. She had a clinical nature to what she was doing. She marked the areas of my cock in columns and ran her tongue through with efficient determination. “Yes… Mr. Dalton. That is quite hard. How do you feel? I would think something like this hurts?”

“No… not really. It just feels… tight. It feels better when you put it in your mouth…” I said.

Ms. Fleming accommodated me and put inside of her cheeks. Ms. Fleming worked the cock in her mouth in circles as if she was passing a jawbreaker through her cheeks. She made a plopping sound as she let go and swished her mouth and then smacked her lips, sampling it like a good wine tasting.

“Mm… I can’t taste anything unusual. Not very acidic, a bit salty.” Ms. Fleming said.

“You said before that… if I could get it hard like this, we could try… you know?” I wondered.

Ms. Fleming nodded and considered, her hands rubbing her chin in thought. “It’s still quite large. I don’t know if it would fit in my vagina. It will be a stretch. Well… you have a break a few eggs to make an omelet.”

Ms. Fleming sauntered to her desk, her curvy hips swaying as she did. She hiked her black skirt, turned around, and lifted herself on the desk. Her legs opened like the gates of heaven, and she pulled her panties down and left them hanging off her left leg. I stared at her there, looking expectantly at me. Her new awareness settings must have moistened her pussy below, she looked a bit damp down there below her charcoal-trimmed bush. Ms. Fleming looked down and started stretching the entry she would call her vagina, gauging it and then looking at my penis and comparing, as if calculating an engineering problem.

“We’ll have to see if it fits. It… could be difficult, but we won’t know until we try now, will we?” Ms. Fleming said.

Like the other day, I came forward and guided my dick to where she wanted. Ms. Fleming looked down with anticipation. The tip propped the hole she spread for me. I rubbed it against a little button just above it, and Ms. Fleming breathed hard. “Are you okay, Ms. Fleming?

“Y-yes. That feels quite… enjoyable actually, Mr. Dalton. For some reason, my pussy is becoming wet with anticipation. It felt like last night in dreams, I was this wet too. It doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?” Ms. Fleming asked.

“On the contrary,” I said. “I believe this is normal? It may help... make things easier?”

“Oh, that is quite an astute observation. Yes, like a greased pistoned entering a cylinder,” Ms. Fleming remarked. “Now, since we are prepped, let’s try, shall we?”

I nodded. I guided my dick to her waiting hole. My first attempt slip, and I ran it over her lips again.

“Do not go gentle, Mr. Dalton. Push that thing in there,” Ms. Fleming grunted.

I prodded her hole again. My hips pushed forward into her, slowly delving in, parting the lips and taking its first steps into her vagina.

“Wonderful, Mr. Dalton,” Ms. Fleming let out a soft pant. “Keep going. See how deep you can get that in there.”

I delved a bit further, and it caused Ms. Fleming to grip her teeth. Her hands were now clenching the wood table she was spreading her legs on. “Are you okay, Ms. Fleming?”

“Quite so. No pain, no gain they say in science, right? Keep going, Mr. Dalton. I will t-tell you if it’s too much to bear,” Ms. Fleming used her two fingers to spread her pussy to even wider. She was biting her lip now, still staring intently at my cock about two inches inside of her.

“Fascinating. My vagina orifice seems to go much deeper than I expected. I want you to try your best Mr. Dalton, to push it as far as you can go,” Ms. Fleming suggested.

A couple of more inches dived inside of her. My thighs were pressing against her butt as my dick was entirely inside of Ms. Fleming’s womb. She stared with amazement. “Incredible. Absolutely marvelous. It’s like it’s a perfect fit... like this orifice was made for your engorged penis to enter. How do you feel, Mr. Dalton?”

“It’s nice and warm in there. It feels amazing,” I panted.

“For me, it’s a bit painful, but… something is lighting up within me watching one of my student’s penis deep inside of me, Mr. Dalton. Now. You said something about your penis being able to discharge a liquid that wasn’t urine? Perhaps you can try it now,” Ms. Fleming chest heaved gently, her breathing was a bit more ragged, she was biting her lips, but she had a determination to see this through.

“It can’t do it on command. Well… not like this. I need to umm…” I thought of the words. “Jerk it or stroke it. It’s… umm… needs to worked up before it can come out. Like a hand crank.”

“I see… Hmm…” Ms. Fleming thought to herself. “I suppose you can use my orifice to rub your cock? Try sliding it in and out like a piston we talked about before, Mr. Dalton.”

My hips shifted to her suggestion, moving my penis slowly out of her inch by inch yet still connected inside her vagina. When it rolled out, I could see it become line with grease, either care of her or my penis's precum. Like a piston going on an engine, I thrust it back inside her steamy cylinder. Ms. Fleming grimaced as the penis started penetrating deep inside her once again. Her fingernails were digging into the table.

“Mr. Dalton, I have to say I quite enjoy being hands-on with my students, but I have never felt like this before. I have to report that I am feeling a bit lightheaded watching my student use his teacher’s vagina in such a manner. I also have the urge to rub myself down there for whatever reason,” Ms. Fleming panted but remained calm and observant.

“Ms. Fleming, why don’t I rub it for you? Perhaps it will help the experiment? Maybe this is all…” I caught my breath and wiped sweat coming off my brow with my forearm. It was getting muggy in this classroom with the door closing off the ventilation, the afternoon sunlight pouring in through the classroom windows. “M-maybe, this is all part of the rituals the Ancients did.”

“I don’t think it has any bearing on the experiment… but… I would suppose I would like that. Letting you rub me while you penetrate me, that is…” Ms. Fleming moaned.

I instinctively licked my fingers. Something about it being wet just appealed to me. This whole sex thing was messy, filthy. Ms. Fleming’s crotch had become like clammy with my precum and her warmth. Both our bodies were dripping with sweat. A faint musk permutated the area that could only be described as dank. My hands reached for that little button right above where my dick was currently penetrating, tenderly rubbing it. Ms. Fleming’s nostrils flared as she watched me do that, and her body reacted in quivers.

“Oh my. Oh my… oh my, oh my, oh MYY… that was is quite delightful, Mr. Dalton. As your teacher, I insist you keep doing that.” Ms. Fleming pleaded. Ms. Fleming reached for her glasses on her head and put them on. They leaned against the end of nose, fogging up, and she watched with trembling lips as I kept rubbing the button that set her off, penetrating her rhythmically all the while.

I complied, rubbing her button while using her insides to stroke my cock. She was nice and wet now, my penetrating becoming easier and easier. The friction loosening inside of her cylinder allowed me to work her vagina as if I was like my hands. My hips smacked against buttocks as it crashed together. She let out a soft moan each time it did. Thwapping sounds and our combined harsh breathing filled the empty classroom with the noise of it. Yes. This must be what they did in that video. I felt like I wanted to moan, “Oh fuck.” Yes. This was fucking or sexing. It had to be.

I reached for her thighs to pull them towards me. I wanted in. I wanted out. My dick felt like it was swallowed whole by her insides. Ms. Fleming came up and wrapped her arms around my neck. As if her body knew through millennia of past memories, she moved her hips longingly towards mine, crashing each of them together like the cymbals to some gigantic big ending of an orchestral set. It came all at once, I throbbed inside of her as her insides tightened on me, squeezing out all my cum deep within her orifice. Ms. Fleming, ever still the scientist, leaned back on the desk as I made my last slow movements into her, squirting out the last of my essence. Ms. Fleming observed as the final squirts relinquished. My cock had become lined with white cream, while her own vagina was seeping out the same glue-like substance.

Ms. Fleming, with her neutral Bodily Disgust setting, reached for the material dipping her hands in the pools that were forming where my dick was buried into. She was still heavily breathing, her nostrils flaring in and out, chest heaving. as she squinted her bespectacled eyes at the unknown substance she had on the tips of her index finger.

“Fascinating,” She sniffed it. “It doesn’t smell like urine. It’s viscous, which makes it ideal for sticking inside me while still being able to go through your urethra.”

My dick softened and plopped out of her hole. Her used orifice seeped with my new contribution, dripping on the hardwood class floor.

On her desk was a beaker that Ms. Fleming grabbed, like a rain collector, she used it to gather the liquid that was pouring out. I stood there watching, my dick still filthy and exposed, now soften to its normal state, while Ms. Fleming went to a microscope near her lab. She poured some of the contents of the beaker onto a slide and examined the contents under a microscope. Her panties were still dangling off her ankles, while the liquid was trailing down her thighs as she adjusted her microscope and stared intently into it.

“This is rather peculiar. Hello, little fellows. Mr. Dalton, you seem to have some microscopic cells in the substance you just shot out. They have little tails on them. Yes… I believe these tails make them ideal for swimming.” Ms. Fleming had a smile while she examined. “This is it. This is a huge discovery.”

Ms. Fleming looked up at her microscope, realizing something. “I think we just discovered how the Ancients must have done it. This is incredible.”

Feeling a bit uncomfortable and wanting to wash up, I nodded. “I’m glad that mystery is solved. I have my next class, Ms. Fleming, so… can we resume this some other time?”

“Yes…” Ms. Fleming nodded and rubbed her chin. “We will have to keep this a secret between us for now. You are right that this information will be highly classified, and the Institute will be wary of us.”

Ms. Fleming went to her desk and got out a sheet of paper, tearing it into a small quarter piece. She scribbled on it and handed the piece of paper to me.

“What is this?” I asked, looking at the paper.

“It’s my address and my number. We aren’t done quite yet, Mr. Dalton, but it would better if we do this in the privacy of my home rather than at school. This is very important, Mr. Dalton. We can’t stop this research, we are onto something huge.”

I nodded. All of this flew over my head. I just wanted to figure out what “sex” or “fuck” was and try it, but Ms. Fleming clearly had other much grander plans. I didn't mind. That whole sex thing with Ms. Fleming was... awe-inspiring, awesome. I wanted to do more of that.

“Now. Hurry to your next class before the Institute suspects anything is off. I’ll wash off too. Remember to contact me, Mr. Dalton. We have important business to take care of.” Ms. Fleming nodded, adjusted her glasses, and then started cleaning up the mess we both left.

“I’ll be sure to give you a visit, Ms. Fleming. You’re right, I better hurry.”

I found my pants and put them back on. Just before I left, I tugged on Ms. Fleming’s ear again, giving her my usual excuse and adjusted her setting back to normal. Maybe I can trust Ms. Fleming with the artifact information. But not now. The next class was up, and I would have to worry about our research later.